Learning
"What's wrong?"
Troy sighed, pulling out of Ryan's grip slightly. "It's just…" he seemed unsure of how to start. Ryan sat quietly, giving him the time to collect his thoughts. "It's just…this isn't like basketball. Or school, or anything." Ryan raised one eyebrow, asking for clarification. "I don't know what I'm doing here," Troy admitted.
"You didn't when you sang in the musical, either. It didn't stop you then," the smaller boy pointed out.
"Yeah but that was instinct, I just knew."
"Well this is too," Ryan stood up and grabbed his drink off the table nearby. "You're thinking too much," he teased.
"Well I can't stop thinking, can I?" he paused. "But this is different, this is harder…I dunno." Troy sighed, and lay back on the couch, giving up.
"You need to get round this, Troy. If you really want it, that is…" suddenly Ryan seemed unsure, fiddling with the can of Pepsi.
"I do, Ryan, I really do," convinced Troy, bolting back into a sitting position and staring at Ryan earnestly. Ryan could feel himself giving in.
"Alright then," he grabbed Troy's hand again, pulling him close. "It's really very simple. The waltz is basically a three-beat rhythm…"
A/N: Hope you all liked that, and weren't too disappointed by the lack of slashyness - it was originally meant to be that way, but ended up like this instead. Please review, I'd appreciate it!